These remnants, rotting keepsakes of words and pictures are mnemonically residual. They are scryed, interfaces utilizing misfired sigilings, systems of incomplete quasi-alchemical call-signs and proto-symbologies loosely based upon borrowed (and in some cases stolen) artificially charged devices. When assembled into specific schemas, this soft machinery marks as it contains, and thus constructs the Terminal House.
Capture and Silence
Vows blight, Your head turns backwards, Foul by sun Corrupted, Even in crevices, Promises blister, So quite now, I can hear your thoughts from across the street, This brutality, Loves deep to sores, From head to toe, And surfaces, Inside, And out.